Prostitute

Ah, rain smells like you. Money smells like cocaine. Cash smells like cocaine. The cab ride home smelled like Chanel Madimoisele Number Five. My hands smell like the girls who used to know how to write.

A bottle of champagne at The Plaza Hotel should effect me more than it has. A tight pencil skirt around my waist-- crusted red lipstick on my swollen lips-- glamourous. Tell me there's an english way of spelling glamourous or you've lost ten points in my book. Ten points is equivelant to a night spent at The Plaza Hotel.

Take me up and strip me down. I'd like eggs for breakfast.

Se llama, "el plaza" hotel.